[ It feels, to an extent, like he's dealing with a very prideful house cat. Not that Childe has ever had any inklings towards cats, but given that he'd been adamant about referring to the foreigner as his "pet" he supposed the comparison to be expected.
When the foreigner sinks down into the water enough to get his hair wet, Childe only smiles and re-situates himself into a more comfortable position to be able to do so. A bowl is procured from the side and he uses it to gently scoop clean water over the brunet's head one-handedly, ensuring that he got it thoroughly damp before he comes in with the handful of soap to start lathering it through his hair.
Childe's ministrations are gentle, deceptively so. He pays specific attention to work him up into suds, fingers massaging at scalp and head to work up a nice soapy lather.
If this were any other person, any other situation, doubtless this entire encounter would be romantic. Maybe.
Perhaps if they'd met under different circumstances, if Childe had been sent here on a diplomatic mission and met the Millelith guard while on duty... maybe he would have charmed him. Plied him with sweet words and pretty trinkets. A bouquet of flowers, walks around the city he strove so hard to protect... Childe couldn't recall ever seeing him before (and he most definitely would have noticed a man like this), but he would have found him eventually.
Would his Zolotse blush when Childe made his intentions of taking him to bed known? Or would he react like he did now, cold and without any emotion?
He imagines it wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as it was now. ]
I wouldn't call it false if I wish not to have you bleed out all over my floors. Are you so unused to being taken care of? I can provide you with all of that and more, you know, if you ask.
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When the foreigner sinks down into the water enough to get his hair wet, Childe only smiles and re-situates himself into a more comfortable position to be able to do so. A bowl is procured from the side and he uses it to gently scoop clean water over the brunet's head one-handedly, ensuring that he got it thoroughly damp before he comes in with the handful of soap to start lathering it through his hair.
Childe's ministrations are gentle, deceptively so. He pays specific attention to work him up into suds, fingers massaging at scalp and head to work up a nice soapy lather.
If this were any other person, any other situation, doubtless this entire encounter would be romantic. Maybe.
Perhaps if they'd met under different circumstances, if Childe had been sent here on a diplomatic mission and met the Millelith guard while on duty... maybe he would have charmed him. Plied him with sweet words and pretty trinkets. A bouquet of flowers, walks around the city he strove so hard to protect... Childe couldn't recall ever seeing him before (and he most definitely would have noticed a man like this), but he would have found him eventually.
Would his Zolotse blush when Childe made his intentions of taking him to bed known? Or would he react like he did now, cold and without any emotion?
He imagines it wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying as it was now. ]
I wouldn't call it false if I wish not to have you bleed out all over my floors. Are you so unused to being taken care of? I can provide you with all of that and more, you know, if you ask.